0:00 Willow the dormouse pressed her tiny nose against a patch of glowing green moss.0:07 It was tucked into the root of an old oak tree, and it felt different from all the other moss in the forest.0:17 It was softer.0:18 And it was humming.0:20 It wasn't a loud hum, like a bumblebee.0:24 It was a quiet sound, like the forest breathing out a long, slow sigh.0:30 Willow tilted her head.0:33 She put her little ear right up to the green velvet.0:37 And that's when she heard it.0:40 A whisper.0:41 It was too soft to be the wind in the leaves.0:45 It was too steady to be the trickle of the nearby stream.0:51 The moss was talking.0:53 But what was it saying?0:55 Willow came back the next day, and the day after that.1:00 She lay beside the moss, her whiskers twitching with curiosity.1:06 The whispers were always there, a gentle murmur she couldn't quite understand.1:13 It sounded like secrets.1:15 Important ones.1:17 Were they secrets about where the sweetest berries grew?1:22 Or where the badgers hid their shiny stones?1:26 She had to know.1:27 She tried everything to understand.1:31 She wiggled her ears.1:33 She held a hollow acorn to the moss, like a tiny trumpet.1:38 But the words just danced away from her.1:42 One evening, tired from a long day of gathering seeds, Willow didn't try to listen at all.1:50 She just curled up in a tiny ball and rested her cheek against the soft, cool moss.1:58 She closed her eyes.2:00 And then, it happened.2:02 She didn't hear the secret with her ears.2:06 She felt it.2:07 Right through her cheek, and into her heart.2:11 The whispers weren't words.2:13 They were feelings.2:15 She felt the slow, patient strength of the oak tree’s roots, digging deep into the earth.2:24 She felt the cool relief of a morning dewdrop landing on a thirsty leaf.2:30 She felt the quiet joy of a mushroom pushing its way up through the soil after a rain.2:38 The moss wasn't telling secrets about the forest.2:43 The moss was the forest, sharing how it felt to be alive.2:48 Willow took a deep breath.2:51 She didn't need to understand words.2:54 She just needed to be still, and to feel.2:58 The forest wasn't keeping secrets from her.3:02 It was inviting her to be part of its quiet song.3:06 From that night on, the moss was her special place.3:11 Whenever she felt lonely or small, she would go and rest her head on its green pillow.3:19 She wouldn't try to listen for whispers anymore.3:24 She would just close her eyes, and feel the slow, steady peace of the whole world, humming her to sleep.
